MY OWN STORY as a RIGHT BRAINED,LEFT-handed, GEMINi, dysLEXIC capable of manipulating3D SPACE in TIME within my head • without the need for mind-enhancing drugs • IS in[DEED] a STORYofthe struggle of a boy coming to terms with BEING an alien on the planet to which he had been born, playing to the beat of a different DRUM. [IT] was following the start of my daily journey with my mother, climbing hand in hand up Highgate Hill on our way to my nursery school, shortly after my 4th birthday, that I clearly remember having my first hallucinogenic dream, of crossing Tower Bridge whilst it was opening, and not being able to stop walking until I fell into the River Thames, and then having reached the river-bed, met a goat and started having a conversation with it. As you can well imagine I have never felt a need to smoke anything for mind-enhancing purposes, and as far as utilising virtual reality within my head is concerned, it became very useful during the time when I was practicing the art of flying an aeroplane and my duties as an operational Air Traffic Controller.

I well remember that my obsession with the need for music as a necessary fourth channel to accompany my 3 dimensional reality experiences, led to the building of a Hi-Fi stereo bench system as a teenager at Grammar School, on which I played Ravel's Boleroincessantly, much to the constant annoyance of my mother, understandably.

The all [RE]claimed-mahogany bench had a seat in the middle of a loudspeaker box either side of me, one with the deck in it, with an opening top, and the other with an amplifier etc. and in that way I could enjoy the Hi-Fi stereophonic sound bouncing off the wall opposite.